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First Line: This is the glamour of the world antique
Last Line: Aught but the sights and sounds of bygone springs.
Subject(s): Sirens (mythology)


THIS is the glamour of the world antique
The thyme-scents of Hymettus fill the air
And in the grass narcissus-cups are fair.
The full brook wanders through the fern to seek
The amber haunts of bees; and on the peak
Of the soft hill, against the gold-marged sky,
She stands, a dream from out the days gone by.
Entreat her not. Indeed, she will not speak!
Her eyes are full of dreams; and in her ears
There is the rustle of immortal wings;
And ever and anon the slow breeze bears
The mystic murmur of the songs she sings.
Entreat her not: she sees thee not, nor hears
Aught but the sights and sounds of bygone springs.





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